Hell Week | Colby Brock

Chapter Five

Emily's POV

The third door on my left was in fact the exit. The door led to a grassy area behind the corn maze. If I took a few steps in front of the tall stalk, i'd be back with the rest of civilization enjoying their night.

Where is Jack? Are Alice and Xavier looking for me?

"Don't. We need to get out of here now. I'll explain everything." The man voiced to me.

If something bad is happening or is about to happen, I need to warn my friends and get the hell out of here.

Is someone else going to get strung up on that pole?

"My friends-"

His eyes softened even in his rushed state. "They'll be fine. They are not the ones i'm concerned about. Follow me, hurry."

Against my better judgement, I followed him. His eyes constantly checked next to us and behind us. We were walking the opposite way. Away from Carnage.

"Where are we-"

The man halted and looked at me. He brought his slender finger to his lips and my voice went numb. He continued his long strides towards the woods at the edge of the property. The distant sounds of playful shrieking, laughs, and music left a pit in my stomach.

If this was some scare actor Carnage bullshit i'm gonna be pissed. I already am pissed. Why does it feel like i'm in danger? Where are my friends? What is happening?

Surrounded by trees and the blanketing night sky, he came to a stop and stared at the decaying grass on the ground.

He knelt down on the ground and ran his hands through the grass as if looking for something that he dropped.

His lips slightly curled as he tug on a patch of grass and it came off of the ground. A secret door.

My eyebrows raised and my heart started abnormally thumping. "Absolutely the fuck not."

"This is for your safety, trust me. I will ex-"

"Stop telling me you'll explain! Is this some kind of prank? Did Jack or Alice put you up to this? Take me back." The band aid Alice gave me earlier fell to the ground as I picked at my fingers. That car ride seemed like a life time ago.

"No, this is not a prank. Something very bad was about to happen and I am now offering you safety. Are you getting in or not?" The man's voice was stern, but he was serious. His eyes searched my face awaiting a response.

Blue. His eyes were blue. Behind that white paint lathered on his face, his eyes were like ethereal sunshine, such a contrast from his dark hair.

"Fine i'll go but don't think for a second that if you put your hands on me I will make you regret fucking breathing. The second we get to a place where we can stop you are telling me what is going on." I point my finger at him and peer down the hole of the secret door hidden in decaying grass.

"There are two rooms down the stairs. Go into the one on the left i'll be right behind you." He says to me, motioning for me to take the first step. He digs through his pockets and retrieves a flashlight to illuminate the hole.

Cemented walls line where soil should lie and ragged steps lead far below the surface.

I should be eating a caramel apple with Alice right now. My hands begin sweating as I make my way down the stairs.

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

The room is not what I expected. A steel twin bed, chains, a broken toilet, and body limbs? Yes. A queen sized bed lavished with a black comforter and red accent pillows? No.

Despite the room being in a cemented hole underground, it looked comfortable, lived in. The multicolored carpet made the room seem more spacious and homey, the bed looks like it could swallow me whole for weeks, and a desk littered with items sits in front of the bed. A shut closet is in the opposite side of the bed.

The man walks in the room looking frazzled and runs a hand through his hair. He sets the flashlight on the desk and looks at me. "I'm Colby by the way. I know you're probably freaked out right now."

"You think?" My nails are starting to hurt.

"Despite what you're thinking, i'm not going to hurt you. I'm helping you." I scoff at his words.

"Bringing me down to a dungeon is supposed to help me? Why me?" I stay a safe distance away from him.

"I did my best to make sure my room doesn't look like a dungeon so I definitely take offense to that." A faint smile is painted on his face.

My room.

"Care to tell me why you've brought me to your room, Colby?" My knees wobble as I walk over to the desk to take a seat. I am so overwhelmed with everything that is going on I fear I might pass out if I remain standing.

The tall man walks over to his bed and takes a seat, his elbows propped up on his knees. "Get comfortable, it's a long story."